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that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin'
up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
I can't believe that every day and every night (Bounce)
It's getting better with you out of my life (Bounce)
It's
bullshit I'm goin' through
I be hopin' to make it through another day
Lookin' for another day to live my life
And please get away
I stay high
With my gun
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
the fuck out my way
'Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink
She can't ride with me
I don't know her and she
Can't stand beside me
whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, oh
What is love?
I'm a slave to the music
Party freak
And I really mean a freak
Every day of the week
I can't live my
And get the fuck out my way
Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me
I don't know her and she can't stand
the gallows
Runnin' from my shadow
Runnin' from my shadow
I let it rain through the sunroof
I've been parked out by the waterfront
Been going to war with
the fuck out my way
'Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink
She can't ride with me
I don't know her and she
Can't stand beside me
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
they don't wanna see me ball
That's why I flex on these niggas
Stayed down for ninety days and ran
My check up on these niggas (yeah)
Hit the Louis store
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'
And get the fuck out my way
Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me
I don't know her and she can't stand
done at this point from now
Let's run out this door
And make the kid inside you proud
Don't take the call
All you need is your legs
Start runnin
And your necklace is anorexic
Get your weight up
I'm runnin' to the bank like
I'm off a bounce pass then I layup
I live every day up top notch
In other words
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
up
And ever since the rents went up
It's gotten mad expensive, but we live with just enough
In the Heights
I flip the lights and start my day
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